I awoke in a hazy daze, stretched my arms across the crisp sheets to meet nothing but a cold empty space next to me. He wasn't there. I pulled on my top and a pair of socks and walked through the cottage to find him.

Last night, he told me about my dad, about what happened to him, how he was alive, and how he had no idea about what happened to me. It gave me hope, but now I know he's in hiding so I wouldn't expect him to risk making contact. But the thing is, even if I could talk to him or see him, I'm not sure I could face telling him what his little Daisy has become.

I caught sight of Henry in marigolds dancing and singing to, what sounded like, an old record, it must have already been here. He looked so god damn adorable with his fluffy hair bouncing on his head.

"Are those marigolds?" I cackled. He jumped, turning around swiftly, he saw me standing there. His volatile reaction was soon softened to a huge grin spreading across his face when he saw me. I flashed a mischievous look his way and his eyes lit up.

"They are." his smile couldn't get any wider if he tried. He peeled back the gloves, resting them on the side, he glided towards me and wrapped his loving hands around my waist.

"All you need now is an apron." I giggled at my own words.

"Daisy, Daisy, Daisy, you're one cheeky lady." he lifted me up, spun me around and placed me on the kitchen side.

I rested my arms on his shoulders and teased my lip with my teeth. "And you would look good in an apron."

"Hey, it needed to be cleaned, god knows how long everything has been sitting here, and who knows if the cleaning skills of the last person were good enough." he defended himself.

"You're so finicky." A smile escaped my lips. I ran my fingers through his bouncy hair, meeting his green eyes with my blue ones.

"Maybe so. But do you really want coffee in a dirty cup?" He raised his eyebrow at me. I could tell he was awaiting a reaction.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. His body pressed against mine, I leaned into his ear. "I guess you're my saviour then." I whispered.

"All I've done is cause you trouble." he laughed.

"And yet I'm the happiest I've been in years."

"About that." he said seriously. "I made a few phone calls this morning and I managed to get in touch with your dad."

"Henry! How could you?" I placed my hands on his chest ready to push him away.

"You've been estranged for years, I thought-"

"You thought I'd want to run into his arms and pretend everything's okay?" I interrupted him. I pushed him back. "I can't face him, I'm not a little flower anymore. I'm a killer, and I killed his wife for Christ sake!" I jumped down off the counter and paced.

Henry placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me back to him. "Daisy." he tried to reason.

"No!" I protested. "You don't get to do that, you don't get to take me by the shoulders and convince me everything is going to be okay after what I did."

"Daisy, it was life or death, self-defense. The only thing you did was survive." He ignored me and tried to reason with me anyway.

"And everything after? I'm not an innocent Henry."

"You were surviving. Honestly, do you think Christopher found you out of luck on that day? He was coming for you and your mum, like he did your dad. Complying with him Daisy was what you had to do to survive, and you know it somewhere deep down. Just admit it to yourself and free yourself of this guilt you're carrying."

He wasn't wrong. I mean, look at me now, on the run because I didn't comply with his request. The man was a psychopath and I knew it, but until this whole revelation about my dad, I was never able to put the full picture together. It made sense that his intentions would be to kill me and I didn't have to ask myself why he'd save me rather than let me die. After all, I have lived through his abuse for years.

"I'm going to sit in the garden for a while." I said starkly and pulled away from him. A single tear slipped down my cheek.

I took and a blanket from the airing cupboard, wrapped it around myself and sat on the patio step in the garden. The vibrant greens took my attention, living in the city I wasn't used to nature, but there was nothing to get used to. I simply fell in love with everything about it. The wildflowers, the scent of morning dew and wet soil, the chirping and songs of birds that seemed so happy. Part of me wished I could be a bird for just a day, free to fly, to sing and to be as happy as can be.

"I come in peace," Henry sat down on the step next to me. He handed me a drinkable coffee that I held in my hands to warm them up.

"Thank you." I smiled graciously at him.

"I'm sorry I overstepped my mark." he apologised.

"No you were right. I mean, how could I turn down seeing my dad after all these years? It wouldn't be right." I sighed.

I sipped down my coffee whilst the cold wind whipped the blanket that surrounded me. Goosebumps rose on my skin.

"I get it you know? This job comes with a dark cloud that follows you and looms over you. It can make you not want to look at yourself in the mirror after, but your dad will understand, I'm sure of it."

He had a point, but this job didn't include killing my mother, I did that all on my own.

"So are we going to him or is he coming to us?" I asked nervously and finished my coffee before placing the cup down next to me.

"He's coming here, we are best not to leave here until it clears over." He explained.

I'm not sure if he understood that this wasn't going to pass like a flash flood. This was here to stay. Christopher wasn't the type to give up, and even if he called off Henry's hit, he wouldn't call off mine.

"Wait, when?" I snapped back to earth.

"Later this afternoon. He's not far from here." he reassured me.

I stared at the pattern of the blanket, losing my mind in the woven fabric. My eyes glazed over, my thoughts dazed. I wasn't even focusing anymore.

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